Lyrics No Yap - Atg JayDee

See my gun in my hand one wrong move
Ima up get to spraying no yap it's time to up the advance
Perfecting my craft bitch you know
I ain't playing we will kill his ass with a switch in his hands
Smash on the phone when we caught him he ran catch
His ass at the beach leave his dick in the sand
She know she wanna fuck why she trynna pretend
I see these niggas and laugh get hit with a (fllrrrdd)
Throw a hook or a jab my nigga in school dropping 5's doing math
He tough 'til we sit his ass with the pastor big ATG 211
That shit mastered my lil nigga cracking the 4's in his caption
If you took my bitch that's just less of a factor AP
In my pants that bitch as long as a ladder like fuck it
I got this bitch and i'm clutching in public if we ain't fucking
Then bitch we ain't nothing if you ain't sucking then bitch
I ain't cuffing it ain't no time
For no talk or discussion in your head
You thinking you cute but you ugly bitch wig
Look like Frederick Douglas shit the how
Talk too much come suck this dick BITCH

See my gun in my hand one wrong move
Ima up get to spraying no yap it's time to up the advance
Perfecting my craft bitch you know i ain't playing
We will kill his ass with a switch in his hands hook-smash
On the phone when we caught him he ran catch his ass
At the beach leave his dick in the sand
She know she wanna fuck why she trynna pretend
Y'all niggas really some jokes
Speaking on shit y'all don't even know about
We get the drop up the fire then we blow it out keep that sshhh
On my hip i can't go without it she wanna fuck
She need to use her mouth i was broke as hell sleeping
On kia nem couch said he had a bounty then
We was gone take him out, ATG empire we taking the paper route
I feel like dolph, he wanna ft he ain't got what it cost bet
Not throw that pack in the air it get mossed
I don't know about you ima get this bitch off what's his name
Ain't good had to put that boy off he was bold until we pulled
Up with choppers think he a problem my niggas gone
Stop him hit his chest now he got heart problems
ATG was 5 deep getting picked up in impalas
See my gun in my hand one wrong move
Ima up get to spraying no yap it's time to up the advance
Perfecting my craft bitch you know i ain't playing
We will kill his ass with a switch in his hands hook-smash
On the phone when we caught him he ran catch his ass
At the beach leave his dick in the sand she know
She wanna fuck why she trynna pretend